never a feared
that mystery of ways
hidden so that dark of day
and frightened thoughts vanished dots
that below the clouds are left to lay
and soaring then and soaring friend
into the bliss into the nigh
where dreams are floating floating high
and aether though a briefest shroud
could not hold or pull or crowd
for all this open and open free
into the air and night and free
to fly and soar to finally see
the dawn cusp bright and a dawning day
that welcome rush of tidal sway
and pounding surf or inland bay
that feels the pulse and constant wash
of white salty motions in the waves
as they flow upon the sands
and mix betwixt the feet and hands
of reclining forms in a warm tangle
the nights energies and motions slow
to watch the day that soon is rose
and night is gone and morn is why
we watch the beach and waves and sky

Fantastic rhyming of words.

Classy.

I like, very ethereal